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This "Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu" was deduced by Zhang Sanfeng according to the "Nine Suns Divine Kungfu", so in terms of efficacy, it is similar to the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu. It can make the practitioner's defense unrivaled, automatically protect the body, rebound external attacks, Achieve the indestructible body of King Kong.

And this trick Liu Fengyang used not only made his defense amazing, but also had the effect of rebounding.

Even the powerful Vajra Finger cannot pierce through it.

"not good!"

Ah San's face suddenly changed drastically, he felt a strong rebound force sweeping up, and immediately retreated.

"Kill!" Liu Fengyang yelled loudly, and the protective air shield blasted out, and Ah San flew upside down like a kite with a broken thread.

Da da da!

Landing on the ground, she was still falling backwards, taking more than ten steps. Only then did Ah San stabilize her figure, only feeling a sweetness in her throat, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

"You, what kind of skill is this?" Ah San asked in surprise, swallowing the blood just in her throat.

"Wudang, pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu." Liu Fengyang said lightly.

"Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu?! Could it be the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu practiced by Master Zhang?" Ah San was even more surprised. In this world, who doesn't know the name Wudang Master Zhang?Its strength is definitely like the existence of Taishan Beidou.

"Really."

"Your name is Liu Fengyang, right? I remember you, and we will see you later." After Ah San said this, she turned around and used her body skills to plunder through the air.

Liu Fengyang didn't chase after him, one is: this Ah San appeared here, maybe Ah Er Ah San and even Xuanming Er Lao are also nearby, with Liu Fengyang's current strength, seeing these four people might be difficult to parry.

The second is: Although Wudang Tiyun is mysterious, he can't catch up with Ah San's agility.

"Huh! See you next time, I will definitely take this guy's life."

Liu Fengyang snorted coldly, then turned and left.

Not far from the Han River,

There was a dilapidated courtyard, and Ah San fled here with Yuan Bing in a hurry. As soon as he entered the door, he spit out a mouthful of blood with another puff.

A masked man in a black robe and a tall man with thick eyebrows and big eyes came out, and they were all surprised when they saw Ah San who was spitting out blood.

The black-robed masked man checked his pulse from above, and his face changed drastically: "He was injured by an internal force, and this internal force is extremely strong and yang, extremely domineering."

"Impossible, Ah San has cultivated the powerful vajra finger and Shaolin internal skills, and his body is extremely good. How could he be injured by someone's internal force?" The tall man asked in surprise. He was the late Zhao Min's Ah Second, he has now surrendered to the imperial court.

"It's a kid named Liu Fengyang." Ah San said.

"Child?" At this moment, even the masked man in black robe was surprised.

"Looks like thirteen or fourteen years old. I suspect that he has practiced some kind of longevity technique, so that he can keep it easy. Otherwise, how can a child possess such deep inner strength? Also, all the moves he uses come from Wudang, and he even claims to be a It's the Eight Heroes of Wudang." Ah San said.

The masked man in black robe was silent. After a long time, he waved his hand, and a black shadow swept down from the roof.

"Help me investigate the origin of this person."

"Yes!"

Ah Er took Ah San into the house to heal his wounds, leaving only the masked man in black robes. He jumped onto the roof, looked up at the sun in the distance, and muttered to himself: "Nine years since the Dragon Slaying Sword disappeared, the world has also calmed down." Nine years, and now such a person suddenly appeared? Who is he? No, I can't let this calm continue, it seems that the six sects are going to besiege Guangmingding faster."

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When Liu Fengyang arrived at Shaolin Temple, the sky was already dark, and a bright moon slowly climbed into the night sky.

Looking at the magnificent attics on the top of the mountain, Liu Fengyang was in trouble.

Shaolin Temple is heavily guarded and there are countless masters. Throughout the ages, countless people wanted to sneak into martial arts, but in the end, their hands and feet were interrupted, or they were killed on the spot.

Although Liu Fengyang thinks he has some strength, he is not so proud that he thinks he can go to Shaolin Temple alone.

"Sneaking in secretly is not enough, it seems that we can only find a way to get in."

Liu Fengyang rolled his eyes, and after a while, a plan came to his mind, "It is said that Shaolin monks are merciful, if I pretend to be pitiful, maybe I can get in."

Chapter 7 Infiltrating the Shaolin Temple

Chapter 7 mixed into Shaolin Temple

The monks guarding the gate are named Huicong and Huiming. They have oily faces and fat bodies. I don’t know why the two monks who eat fast and chant Buddha every day have such a potbellied figure?

"Huicong, the world outside is getting more and more uneasy. There are constant battles between Mingjiao and Yuanbing, as well as various sects. There are countless casualties. I think there will be a big battle between them one day."

"Good, good, I just want to find a clean place, eat fast and recite Buddha's name every day, what does this outside matter have to do with me?"

"Having said that, I, as a monk, should have a compassionate heart. Seeing so many people die tragically, my Buddha will cry."

"Then, brother, since you have such a Buddha heart, why don't you come out of the mountain to influence the world and make them come back when they go astray."

"Hey! It's a pity that my ability is limited, brother. If I can have half the strength of Patriarch Bodhidharma, I will definitely..."

"Look, brother, someone is coming."

Huiming and Huicong were talking, suddenly Huicong pointed to the distance and said, Congming hurriedly looked, and saw a figure staggering towards him, he looked like a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, wearing ragged trousers and torn straw sandals , with disheveled hair and a pale face.

"It's a child." Huicong said.

"Quickly, go and have a look." Huiming Bodhisattva was kind-hearted, seeing the other party's appearance, he hurried up to check.

bang!

The child finally fell to the ground.

"Little benefactor, are you okay? Little benefactor..." Huiming helped him up and asked hastily.

"I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, holy monk, please give me something to eat. I haven't eaten for three days and three nights." The child's voice was extremely weak, and he opened his eyes and glanced at Huiming, then directly In a coma.

"Huicong, this child has fainted from hunger, I have to bring him in quickly." Huiming picked up the child and started to walk to Shaolin Temple.

"Senior Brother, we have to report to the host, we can't let outsiders in at will, if he plots against us and intends to harm my Shaolin, wouldn't it be..." Huicong stopped him.

"He is a child, what kind of conspiracy can he have? I will take care of it if something goes wrong."

Huicong glanced at the stubborn Huiming, then at the unconscious child in his arms, and finally got out of the way.

Huiming entered the temple with the child in his arms, put the child on a hospital bed in a room, and then closed the door and left.

But as soon as he left, the child opened his eyes and looked around curiously.

"I didn't expect to get in so easily." The child was secretly happy.

And he is Liu Fengyang!